this one is weird - many moons ago Mrs Large and myself were sat at home watching the TV when the phone went. It was my Mum on the phone and she was very upset. She said she thought I was coming over to see her and my Dad. I asked why she'd thought that and why was she so upset. I'd apparently phoned 30 minutes earlier in tears saying it's me, Neal, and that my wife, Joanne, had left me and I was on my way over. I said I hadn't and that Joanne was sitting at home with me watching TV. My wife spoke to her to confirm this. My Mum was insistent though that it was me on the phone and that I was distraught saying Joanne had left me. She said it wasn't a very funny joke. I eventually convinced her it wasn't me. When @GolfAddick and @jimmymelrose got home they both got the third degree with Mum accusing them of playing a not at all funny practical joke.
I was engaged and went on a final holiday with my mates to Spain.
Whilst there I met this girl and we had a few fun nights together.
A few weeks after I got home, my wife arranged a night out for us with her chief bridesmaid, other bridesmaids, and their partners.
And guess who the chief bridesmaid was!!!
The shocked reaction we gave when introduced must have been a total giveaway as my wife-to-be pulled me aside later and asked if I knew her friend ... which I denied. A little later she stormed over and said she had just found out that her friend was in Spain at the same time as me.
Engagement almost ended then and there, but we got through it and still married decades later.
Oh ... and her friend was dumped as chief bridesmaid and we haven’t seen her since.
When our German friends came to stay we turned on the TV and 3 of the first 5 channels were showing, Hitler a warning from History, Dad's Army and Where Eagles Dare. We were doing so well not to mention it too.
When I worked with our neighbours in Lewisham, I was often asked to attend supporters trust meetings held at various locations throughout the country. On this particular occasion is was being held as the other CAFC. My colleague and our skipper all made the trip. En route our skipper regaled us with tales of his midnight exploits after a recent golfing trip to Spain, one especially made his holiday as it had involved a ‘brass and a lilo’.
Oh how my colleague and I laughed as we were escorted into the meeting and our skipper looked like he had just seen a ghost, ran out of the door muttering under his breath. The only word of which we could make out was ‘lilo’. Yep, one of those at the meeting clearly had another string to her bow when visiting foreign climbs.
Still, he never bothered coming on away days again after that, of which we were very grateful 🤣🤣
She could float in swiming pools?
It evidently wasn’t the only thing she could do in a swimming pool 😳
Sounds like he was out of his depth with this one
Well he was definitely rowing for shore when last seen exiting stage left 🙄😳🤣🤣🤣
When coming out of a club at silly o'clock, I was approached by a lady who latched onto me and asked if I would like to engage in sexy time for cash. As I was pretty sure that I was going to be the one paying the cash in the arrangement, I politely declined.
When I woke up the next day I realised that I had 'lost' my wallet. I never keep cash in my wallet but it did contain all of my bank cards and my driving license. I called the bank to cancel my cards.
Upon returning to sunny Eltham I received my new bank cards and did nothing about the driving license (as I was not driving at the time).
About 3 months later I got home from work to find a post it note through the letterbox with a mobile number and "Mr Suede...please call me on Tel xxxxx xxxxxx".
I called the number where a woman answered. She lived in the next road to me in Eltham. She told me that her Mum (who lived in Coventry) was recently on holiday in Prague and had seen my drivers license in a shop window on a 'lost' board. As she saw my address was in Eltham (where her daughter lived) - she somehow retrieved it from the shop and posted in to her daughter to give it back to me.
I made the walk to the daughter's house (less than 1 minute away) - thanked her and her mother and collected the license.
It still amazes me as to how that set of coincidences could happen........to the point where I have often wondered if the mother was in fact that Brass in Prague?!?
Was she blonde, naked and was only charging a fiver?
A few years back I took the family up to Blackpool to celebrate my wife's birthday. Queuing for the plane at Stansted we met my son's best mate. Despite sitting next to each other in school, neither had mentioned the trip to the other one. Then walking around Blackpool late at night we bumped into a friend who had gone up there to watch Colchester play.
Used to work in an office with one other lad, his mate who he has known since school works for Barclays. I've known @TelMc32 since school, he works for Barclays and guess who he shares an office with?
Me and my mates drove up from our flat in Euston. Got near the ground and there was a school doing car parking in the playground for a fiver. Pulled in and as we were getting out the car,my mum and dad pulled into the space next to us having travelled up from Dartford.
Mate of mine at a company I used to work for is a Red Scouser, met him on a business trip few beers etc... and discovered he named his son Todd just as we did with our son, both lads same age. Anyhow a few years later, I had left the company but we kept in touch, I started looking at my family history and my Nan from my mums side was an Evertonian who ended up in Southampton. During WW2 her street was totally destroyed in a bombing raid, I got my mate to do some initial research and it transpires some of his family lived in that same street. Still need to do some research once C19 goes away with visits to local record offices etc.... might be my mate Robbie is cousin Robbie.
Early teens, we went on a family holiday to Majorca for two weeks. We bumped into our aunt, uncle and cousins at the airport, not knowing they were going away at the same time. We also didn’t know that they were going to Majorca and were on the same flight. Different resort though!
Went to my sister's a couple of years ago for a party, one of my cousins worked with my sister's next door neighour and another cousin worked with a woman from a cross the road from my sister's.
Also went to a mate's wedding many years ago, a lad I worked with was there as his girlfriend worked with the bride.
I've had two with girls i was chatting up in bars years ago.
One in Magaluf where we were chatting to a group of Welsh girls and one turned out he be my second cousin (who I'd not seen in about 15 years by all accounts). Before you ask, no I didn't.
And on a night out was in a pub in London, I think I'm doing very well with a lovely young lady when in walks her boyfriend - bloke I went to school with.
Was driving back from London earlier listening to LBC and then thought I really want to hear some christmas songs, particularly "Driving home for Christmas", changed the station to Magic and Chris Rea's song was playing.
The other week was listening to an audiobook and heard the name Lorna Doone, never heard of her before and looked her up.
The very next morning walking the kids to school and looked up at house that I must have passed 50 times and never looked at it before and sure enough they had called their house Lorna Doone. Wasn't a case of not acknowledging it before, I had genuinely never looked up at it before.
Weird.
Anyone else experience this sort of witchcraft?
The name Lorna did not exist before the novel Lorna Doone written by R D Blackmore and published in 1869. My Grandfather came from Devon where the novel is set. My mother's name was Lorna. The Doone or Doune family are said to be an outlawed family connected to the Stuarts. They are said to have made there way via London to the Lyn Valley in Exmoor. Lorna is said to be a corruption of Lorne , also in Scotland. After 70 odd years in exile the Doones accepted an offer to return to Scotland in about 1638. My mother told me the origins of her name and of Lorne Doone , the no else set in the 17th century some 170 years before. People still try to determine what is fact and what is fiction in this Romantic novel. Blackmore was a lawyer.
Was driving back from London earlier listening to LBC and then thought I really want to hear some christmas songs, particularly "Driving home for Christmas", changed the station to Magic and Chris Rea's song was playing.
The other week was listening to an audiobook and heard the name Lorna Doone, never heard of her before and looked her up.
The very next morning walking the kids to school and looked up at house that I must have passed 50 times and never looked at it before and sure enough they had called their house Lorna Doone. Wasn't a case of not acknowledging it before, I had genuinely never looked up at it before.
Weird.
Anyone else experience this sort of witchcraft?
The name Lorna did not exist before the novel Lorna Doone written by R D Blackmore and published in 1869. My Grandfather came from Devon where the novel is set. My mother's name was Lorna. The Doone or Doune family are said to be an outlawed family connected to the Stuarts. They are said to have made there way via London to the Lyn Valley in Exmoor. Lorna is said to be a corruption of Lorne , also in Scotland. After 70 odd years in exile the Doones accepted an offer to return to Scotland in about 1638. My mother told me the origins of her name and of Lorne Doone , the no else set in the 17th century some 170 years before. People still try to determine what is fact and what is fiction in this Romantic novel. Blackmore was a lawyer.
I was travelling the world in 1992 and was in New Zealand on my own. I’d just got back to Auckland from a trip round the island and went to a backpackers gaff I stayed at before. They had put the price up so I argued with them and ended up telling them to stick it up their arses. So I get in the lift to go down (it was on the 5th floor for some reason) and stand outside it with my little rucksack wondering what to do as it’s late, at that very second a van pulls up from the airport. 1 bloke gets out , gets his rucksack out the back of it, turns round and goes “fuck me, hello mate” it was a fella called Micky I used to know well from the Selhurst days and we used to see each other home and away. So I,m gobsmacked and follow him back into the hostel to share a room with my tail between my legs.
we get in the lift and it stops at the 2nd floor, 2 birds get in,both rather rotund, so we budge up. Then one of the girls says to me “Are you Jon ... from Dartford”. I look at her in almost horror and say yes, she goes “ I’m Natalie ... Gary’s sister, I’ve put some pud on in Aus drinking VB”. I used to go out with her as well
Was driving back from London earlier listening to LBC and then thought I really want to hear some christmas songs, particularly "Driving home for Christmas", changed the station to Magic and Chris Rea's song was playing.
The other week was listening to an audiobook and heard the name Lorna Doone, never heard of her before and looked her up.
The very next morning walking the kids to school and looked up at house that I must have passed 50 times and never looked at it before and sure enough they had called their house Lorna Doone. Wasn't a case of not acknowledging it before, I had genuinely never looked up at it before.
Weird.
Anyone else experience this sort of witchcraft?
The name Lorna did not exist before the novel Lorna Doone written by R D Blackmore and published in 1869. My Grandfather came from Devon where the novel is set. My mother's name was Lorna. The Doone or Doune family are said to be an outlawed family connected to the Stuarts. They are said to have made there way via London to the Lyn Valley in Exmoor. Lorna is said to be a corruption of Lorne , also in Scotland. After 70 odd years in exile the Doones accepted an offer to return to Scotland in about 1638. My mother told me the origins of her name and of Lorne Doone , the no else set in the 17th century some 170 years before. People still try to determine what is fact and what is fiction in this Romantic novel. Blackmore was a lawyer.
Only yesterday I was walking down my road thinking of cats when lo and behold there was a cat sitting on the roof of a car parked outside the next house I passed. Spooky or what?
Was sitting with my Aberdeen mate Arthur in a bar on the beach in Patong in 1991. He was telling me about his schooling and the fact that there was only one black kid in his school all the time he was there. Said he hadn't seen him in over ten years. One drink later I see this black guy ambling past and he catches sight of Arthur. Reunited like long lost brothers. What's the chances?
The only time I ever played golf I had a caddy. I was of course absolutely beyond hopeless. At the end of the round I jokingly turned to him and said “You must be the worst Caddy in the world.” He without the slightest hesitation replied, “ I don’t think so Sir, that would be too much of a coincidence.”
Not my experience but my mate years ago. He took a year out of uni, and went back packing around the world. He was and still is a hippy type, so literally just made it up as he went along. First week he decides to go to Melbourne and stay in a hostel. Unpacks, goes straight to a bar to get an Aussie pint. No one is at the bar, so he shouts "hello" , and up pops one of his classmates from 5 years ago as the barman! He was now living in Australia. Of all the pubs in all the world!!
Was sitting with my Aberdeen mate Arthur in a bar on the beach in Patong in 1991. He was telling me about his schooling and the fact that there was only one black kid in his school all the time he was there. Said he hadn't seen him in over ten years. One drink later I see this black guy ambling past and he catches sight of Arthur. Reunited like long lost brothers. What's the chances?
Around the 98/99 mark I was in Tenerife and bumped into a girl I went to school with, we were having a chat and went to the bar and the barman was also in our year at school
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this one is weird - many moons ago Mrs Large and myself were sat at home watching the TV when the phone went. It was my Mum on the phone and she was very upset. She said she thought I was coming over to see her and my Dad. I asked why she'd thought that and why was she so upset. I'd apparently phoned 30 minutes earlier in tears saying it's me, Neal, and that my wife, Joanne, had left me and I was on my way over. I said I hadn't and that Joanne was sitting at home with me watching TV. My wife spoke to her to confirm this. My Mum was insistent though that it was me on the phone and that I was distraught saying Joanne had left me. She said it wasn't a very funny joke. I eventually convinced her it wasn't me. When @GolfAddick and @jimmymelrose got home they both got the third degree with Mum accusing them of playing a not at all funny practical joke.
The shocked reaction we gave when introduced must have been a total giveaway as my wife-to-be pulled me aside later and asked if I knew her friend ... which I denied. A little later she stormed over and said she had just found out that her friend was in Spain at the same time as me.
Amongst the places I've lived are numbers: 28, 29 and 30.
Also went to a mate's wedding many years ago, a lad I worked with was there as his girlfriend worked with the bride.
One in Magaluf where we were chatting to a group of Welsh girls and one turned out he be my second cousin (who I'd not seen in about 15 years by all accounts). Before you ask, no I didn't.
And on a night out was in a pub in London, I think I'm doing very well with a lovely young lady when in walks her boyfriend - bloke I went to school with.
As I turned a corner I collided with someone, spilling my drink over the pair of us.
gave it's name to the square sausage.
we get in the lift and it stops at the 2nd floor, 2 birds get in,both rather rotund, so we budge up. Then one of the girls says to me “Are you Jon ... from Dartford”. I look at her in almost horror and say yes, she goes “ I’m Natalie ... Gary’s sister, I’ve put some pud on in Aus drinking VB”. I used to go out with her as well
Spooky or what?
I was of course absolutely beyond hopeless.
At the end of the round I jokingly turned to him and said “You must be the worst Caddy in the world.”
He without the slightest hesitation replied, “ I don’t think so Sir, that would be too much of a coincidence.”
EVERY year.